And you and I
Friday, January 20, 2006
Happy Anniversary!!
It's been 1 month since my last post!
Look, I know it's been awhile. I was away on vacation. And frankly, I've just had a lot on my mind recently--wonderful things mind you, but things I don't feel entirely comfortable discussing in an open forum, as I believe she frequents this blog (God knows why). I'll give you an update sometime pretty soon if there ends up being an 'us'. Ha, that looked like 'anus'.
Moreover, I've had to write a letter to both a church back home--which gives money to an organization that pays my insurance costs and the costs of a largely useless orientation program I attended summer before last--and the head church here in Japan, blowing sunshine up both their asses, sunshine which details how God's work is being done over here or something. I don't know, I don't speak Christianese.
I don't mean to convey the feeling that I'm unhappy and have difficulty speaking highly of my time here, I'm just pretty sure that the letters will either fall short their expectations or sound extremely phoney. It's this agenda that keeps me from blogging regularly, although the formermost much more so than the last two.
Look, I'm not going to make any promises here or anything. In the past I've always said something along the lines of "I will rededicate myself to my former blogging excellence" or something, but I don't feel comfortable making such guarantees. Perhaps it's a start, a launching pad. Perhaps. That much I will say.
Oh, and I manipulated the date. It's not actually my anniversary.
Look, I know it's been awhile. I was away on vacation. And frankly, I've just had a lot on my mind recently--wonderful things mind you, but things I don't feel entirely comfortable discussing in an open forum, as I believe she frequents this blog (God knows why). I'll give you an update sometime pretty soon if there ends up being an 'us'. Ha, that looked like 'anus'.
Moreover, I've had to write a letter to both a church back home--which gives money to an organization that pays my insurance costs and the costs of a largely useless orientation program I attended summer before last--and the head church here in Japan, blowing sunshine up both their asses, sunshine which details how God's work is being done over here or something. I don't know, I don't speak Christianese.
I don't mean to convey the feeling that I'm unhappy and have difficulty speaking highly of my time here, I'm just pretty sure that the letters will either fall short their expectations or sound extremely phoney. It's this agenda that keeps me from blogging regularly, although the formermost much more so than the last two.
Look, I'm not going to make any promises here or anything. In the past I've always said something along the lines of "I will rededicate myself to my former blogging excellence" or something, but I don't feel comfortable making such guarantees. Perhaps it's a start, a launching pad. Perhaps. That much I will say.
Oh, and I manipulated the date. It's not actually my anniversary.
:: posted by Nick Mason, 1:08 PM
7 Comments:
"as I believe she frequents this blog (God knows why)."
Yeah, I'm not sure why I do either. Only God knows why....j/k
Yeah, I'm not sure why I do either. Only God knows why....j/k
"as I believe she frequents this blog"
Yeah, I'm not sure why I do either.
Um, Nick, you haven't yet told April that the she does not refer to her? That's going to hurt when she finds out.
But for now it'll be our little secret.
Yeah, I'm not sure why I do either.
Um, Nick, you haven't yet told April that the she does not refer to her? That's going to hurt when she finds out.
But for now it'll be our little secret.
haha...i know..isn't it sweet he thinks about his mom so much. :)
Hey! This is his Mom, and he does think about me! I think...
He does and he tells me so ;)
This is his Mom, and he does think about me!
Yes, he told me he thinks you're a... um, nevermind. Perhaps I've said too much.
Yes, he told me he thinks you're a... um, nevermind. Perhaps I've said too much.
Hey Ange... I control Santa. You won't get socks and underwear next year...
